weeks laterThe detective was walking with difficultythrough the bushes. Torch in hand, he triedto reach the scene of the fatal accident.What would have led these teenagersto risk their lives in such a dark place?In the darkness he saw a slight glow.It was a horse-drawn carriage. Odd,what would it be doing just parked there?No one was inside, but what the poorunfortunate man found left him speechlessand paralysed.On a half-broken tablet he found somehorrifying photographs in the gallery.Two of them showed paintings made yearsago. Now that was suspicious. The mansionhad burned down with its inhabitants morethan a century ago. How could they havetaken those pictures?His legs did not respond. With a last breathof air he managed to pull himself back andrun into the forest as fast as he had everrun before.The structure was badly deteriorated. It wasimpossible for the students to have gone inthere. There was little left of the place.The detective moved a little further. He couldhear the sound of the waves crashing againstthe rocks of the cliffs. A storm wasapproaching. A big storm. Perhaps he shouldpostpone the search for the boys and girls.He had arrived at the scene of the accident.Poor guys.The terrified detective took a quickglance upwards. What hediscovered made his blood run cold.Wait. That was...blood?What…?What was that?It looked like a sacrificialaltar. No, it couldn't be. He had to run away fromthat cursed nightmare at that very moment.The fearful man turned around with suchbad luck that he fell into a very deep hole.He had no time to think. A whisperreached his ears from close by.Just a moment. Something caught his eye.A small esplanade opened up through the forest.Oh, yes! TheGarden of Sleep.It was said that all kind souls were resting there.After several minutes without stopping hedecided to look back. There was no sign ofthose creatures.My friend. Shall you join myeternal family and play a game?Darknesslasted forever.